Fifteen years have passed
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Every day the woods have cried
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the words of vengeance and revenge.
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The Gods have watched him day and night
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by the Northern stars bright light.
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Growing stronger. Coming nearer.
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Upon a steed as white as snow
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he is riding through this land of no return
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His hair blowing in the wind
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A sword in his hand.
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And his eyes they burn.
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Guide me, my Ravens. Find the way
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through the woods and snow
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Let your eyes be mine seeking for the valley of death
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Come this far, I am willing to face the twin-headed beast's breath
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Let your wings be my heart
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in the air, black as night.
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I have steel at side. Powers of thunder
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The Gods with me ride
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I trust in my ravens, watching from above
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Black as night. Swift as lightning,
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and graceful as doves.
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I trust in my Stallion. Born by the wind,
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Taking me through the valley
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where this world ends, and the shadows begin
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I trust in my sword. Forged in fire and ice.
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It's sharp blade shall be baptised in blood
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as I take the Beast's life.
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Cry, old crow, cry...
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Come out of the darkness you beast of Hell, face me.
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Out on this field of moonlit snow.
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I will not be deterred by your ugliness.
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Before my sword your two heads will roll.
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I will not let my sword rest until it's steel
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has song for your ugly twin heads.
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I'll wipe the sweat off my face with your bloody scalps
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and watch your four eyes telling me that you're dead.
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Gathering speed. Charging forward.
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collision is close now.
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The swords are drawn, held high.
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they flash in the pale blue moonlight.
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aiming at throats bare. The moment is so near
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The time seems to halt for a while
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Even the stars in the sky hold their breath
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This is the moment of glory or death...
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The moment to maim or to be put to rest...
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So close now I almost can hear the black blood
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in the beast's thick veins pumping.
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I am swinging my sword. May the Gods be with me.
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I ride out through the vast portals of Hel.
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I swing my sword in the air.
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And the dead beast's two bloody scalps attached to a spear.
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Now is come the moment for me to set free
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those, a long time ago, brought far north
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by the twin-headed beast.
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On that daybreak when the old crow did cry...
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That hard winter when I, still a child...
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By my Father was told of a hall way above the clouds,
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Gates open wide for the one who dies with sword in hand.
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The Revenge Of Blood On Ice
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Bathory |